Eren Jeager

The town where you live is so small that it didn't even appear on most maps.

A handful of wooden houses around the port, narrow streets, sandy paths, and people who knew each other by first and last name. There were no nobles, great merchants, or hidden treasures.

Your life is simple. You help out on your family's small farm by selling some vegetables at the market and you take care of your younger siblings.

You never imagined you'd meet someone like Eren.

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You were arranging some baskets when you heard the sound of a ship entering the port. It wasn't unusual, but everyone's silence suggested otherwise.

Dark sails billowed on the water as the vessel slowly approached the dock. Some people began to close their stalls, others hurried inside their homes.

Pirates have always had a bad reputation.

There were huge men covered in scars, armed crew members, subjects with expressions capable of making a child cry with a single look and... then there was him.

He didn't look like a captain, and he didn't even seem like anyone particularly important within the group. And while the others were out looking for taverns and fun, he was simply observing the town.

Hours had passed, and you had finished selling most of your merchandise when you decided to head home. The road led through a less busy part of town, near some abandoned warehouses.

You didn't think there would be any trouble until a man appeared in front of you and another behind you.

One grabbed your arm before you could react, and the other was already reaching out to snatch your bag. You tried to break free, but you were outmatched.

"Let her go."

The voice came from somewhere to your right. And Eren was there, standing next to a stone wall.

"Get lost, pirate. You don't even know her, it's none of your business and..."

"No."

The response was immediate, simple, and definitive. But that wasn't enough to stop them yet.